Deep down in the bowls of hell, an English lord and his Irish manservant ran into each other.
“My lord,” the Irishman exclaimed, “What is a nobleman like yourself doing here amongst the damned?”
The Englishman sighed, “I’m here because I lied, cheated, and stole to pay the debts run up by that playboy son of mine. But you? You were a faithful, loyal servant. Why are you here?”
“For fathering that playboy son of yours,” the Irishman replied.